It's time for the Monthly Spotlight Contest! Each winner will earn 100 credits, a winner’s accolade, as well as an instant notification to spotlight their win (the blue bar at the top of the screen is an instant notification, all art/writing will be linked here)!

RULES

All art and writing must be 100% yours! Anybody caught plagiarizing in any manner will be disqualified from the current event and ALL FUTURE EVENTS. If the severity is high, one may also be issued a ban for their plagiarism. Please do not plagiarize, we do not take it lightly.

Art and writing are their own, separate entry. You can win once in art and once in writing. You can submit both, but you cannot win both. If you happen to be picked as winner for both, staff will pick which was better of the two and let you win that one. The winner for BOTH sections will receive 100 credits. So that means there is one art winner and one writing winner.

ALL forms of art/writing are welcome. Poems, short stories, haikus, anything you can think of! All submissions must follow site rules and be, at a maximum, PG-13. This means please limit your gore to very little and no sexual themes. All writing must be 1,000 words or less!

THIS MONTH'S THEME IS: “Fun in the Sun!”!

TO SUBMIT WORK: Please just post into this thread! Please put all submissions into a spoiler to prevent making the thread super long. If you’d like to add an author’s/artist’s note please feel free to!

The sunshine and butterflies and buttermellowMake our beach fun with a warm and yellownshines and daiseesbuttermellow extra love in a daisy doFun in our un is a good thing to do Sit by pools and having fun with happy sunny fools. Funshine sunshine do a dooo

Storm cautiously entered his friend Austin's room and headed for the bead where a limp dog was laying, struggling for each breath. A song was playing on Austin's wrist-com. He heard rasping breaths, and turned to see the brown-and-black German Shepherd warrior Austin Smith. "Hey. Thanks for coming." Austin wheezed. He'd been badly hurt in a fight, and left paralyzed from the waist down. "What's this song?" Storm asked. "It's something that means a lot to me." Austin said. "It's called Flawless." Austin's whole body began to shake as he coughed. "Michael put it on." Michael Smith was Austin's white-furred brother. "Why'd you call me?" Storm asked bitterly. The Buizel couldn't help but think of how frequently Austin had hung around Rokky the Krokorok lately. "I wanted to talk to you." Austin said before he took in another shuddering breath. "I thought you'd want to talk to Rokky." Storm shuffled his feet, taking a step back toward the door. Austin took in a deep, rasping breath, then let it out. He then stared at Storm with a conviction that startled the Buizel. "Rokky's great and all, but he's not you, Storm. You helped me during the Battle of Angel Island when I was shivering like a coward, not Rokky. Sure, Rokky kept me company when I stayed on Angel Island when Fox threw me out, but you've been such a good friend to me this whole time. When I left, I missed your company. Rokky's a good warrior, but no one in Rogue Squad, not even Silver, can compare to you." Storm was startled, and unexpectedly touched by Austin's speech. All this time, after Austin's return from Angel Island, Storm thought that Austin had completely forgotten his friendship with him in favor of Rokky. But he hasn't. Storm thought, feeling warmth spread through him from head to tail. "We're still friends right?" Austin asked, a grin slowly spreading across his face. "Of course we are." Storm said. Austin invited him up, and Storm accepted, curling up next to his friend. How could I have ever thought that our friendship was over? He wondered.

It was a normal day for our family. My brother was play with a fishing net on the side of the small crab 'reef' he had found months earlier. My mother was resting on the beach with her favorite book within her grasp, I was with my beloved father in the water; Equipped with water guns we ran around pretending to be at war. Running and giggling as the sand under us created a cloud of dust near our feet. It was my favorite thing to do in the entire world, nothing mattered as I played with him. No kids being mean on the bus, nor girls telling me I was too fat for them. Those moments were what little me lived for. But they all came to close that day. He backed up a bit further to get away from my splashing. Now to me when I think of this memory each step fells like the tick of a bomb about to blow. One, He was getting further. Two, hey now I can't reach! Unfair.. Three, ..Blood. So much it looked like dye had just been poured from a bucket. A scream of bloody murder filled the air around. I hadn't even noticed that scream was coming from myself. My mother who was resting upon the beach heard my screeching and ran over. I remember her pale white face. All the color that once filled her rosy pink cheeks had melted away leaving an air of sorrow around her. It took three days to find his body. Or what was left anyways, and we finally gave him a funeral. My brother had no clue what was happening, he was only a child. But me? I had every sense of loss my mother felt. The pain that took place within our mind and bodies. It never left us. Even after he was 6 feet under cold unforgiving dirt, we could never forget what we seen, So sorry if I don't want to come swim with you. But I think I surely have a good reason to. Right?